Enough of This Holiday Thing!

So you know how we made sure to have a very lowkey Thanksgiving and also to keep things real simple and understated for Charlie’s birthday, a holiday involving days off from school and an event that has been known to cause Charlie some serious consternation? In 2008, both of these days passed well and quietly for us, largely because we strove to make them Super No Big Deal in the biggest way.

So you think I’d have applied the same tried and true formula to Christmas and New Year’s.

Granted, since we take a 3000 mile airplane trip from New Jersey to California, and (as we traveled on Christmas Eve day, due to Charlie’s having his last day of school on December 23rd) no sooner had we landed and gotten to my parents’ house then we all got into a rented minivan and drove a couple hours out to the Sacramento area to my uncle’s—-due to this, Charlie was doing a lot more (energy-wise, social-wise, transition-wise) in one extremely long day than he often does in a week. The next day, being Christmas, meant that we went to the cemetery, then lunch in Chinatown, then relatives came over, then we went up to my aunt’s house—-and the next day, one of my relatives invited us and several family members out to a big Chinese dinner—-and then the next day, we took, or rather attempted to take, Charlie to Target, only this Target was one he’d never been too and was in a two-story building with mod-metallic-architecture—–

You get the picture. It was totally newness and super over-sensory overload, with a couple dashes of lots of food of a rather rich, holiday feast nature, and several switches from this activity to that event and the result was:

A very big stomachache, in a literal and figurative sense, leading to literal and figurative headaches and some rather erratic moments when Jim and I found ourselves flying after, and flinging ourselves (again, literally and figuratively) upon our boy.

We’ve been saying “nope” to social engagements (with the exception of a lovely afternoon of conversation and camaraderie with friends and their super great kids and a very attractive trampoline; Jim spent the day hiking with Charlie and walking him all over the neighborhoods around my parents’ house); have been all suddenly aware of how many echoes and sounds my parents’ house (it has all hardwood floors) resonates with, and also the height of the ceilings in some of the rooms and the way the space is sectioned up; have been adding up all the greasy sweet (gluten-free, actually, but greasy nonetheless) treats Charlie ate too much of the first two days; have been noting, yes, he is still sleeping in the little single bed my parents bought for him when he was, oh, a toddler. We’ve been making sure that Charlie does all the things he knows how to do at home—setting the table, stripping the sheets off his bed, carrying bags—out here.

And, I appropriated my mom’s calendar and x’d out the days of December that have passed, and pointed out the date we’ll be back in New Jersey. It’s actually a calendar that I made for her (courtesy of iPhoto software). Charlie looked at the boxes with the x’s and then started to turn the pages of the calendar. I pointed out shots of him sitting in the black chair he always slumps in after school; the cheap and study IKEA carpet that never seems to be crumb-free; the kitchen in our condo where he gleefully chomped on half a watermelon; and, of course, the ocean where he surfed and boogie-boarded last summer. Charlie’s eyes brightened up at all this.

No place like home for the holidays.